On the way home from our celebratory and firmly traditional Friday night Mexican dinner, Archer began telling us about his appraisals of songs in his fourth grade music book. He has given them ratings in Mario coins. The favorite song, "We Go Together," was worth several thousand coins. A middling song had a couple hundred. And his least favorite song had only a dozen or so.
It wasn't until he started telling us about how his favorite song was "a doo-wop song with lots of nonsense lyrics" that I realized he was talking about "We Go Together" from Grease. I improvised a shooby-dee-doo-doo-wop line and asked him if it was like that, and he grinned from ear to ear. Not only was it his favorite song, he informed us, but it was also the favorite of most fourth graders, because it had "lots of action."
And then, although he mumbled his way through the scatting, he sang as many lines as he could remember, in his boyish soprano. Now the grins were on his father and me in the front seat, stealing glances at each other in delight about how wonderful it was to have a boy singing a song from Grease in the back, accompanied by his sister trying to mimic each line. Here's hoping it's a signal that there'll be plenty of Broadway in both kids' futures.